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Show "My heart U fixed ftrm and ~table in the belief that ultimately the ~un.shlne and the .ummcr, the flowers and the azure sky, shall become, as it were, interwoven into man's existence. lie shall take from all their beauty aM enio'll tlteir glory."-RICHARD J~~:FFii:HIE8: The Life of the PieW.~. WHO OWNS THE MOUNTAINS? IT was the little lnd that asked the question; and the answer also, as you will sec, wns mainly his. We had been keeping Sunday nfternoon together in our favourite fashion, following out that pleasant text which tells us to "behold the fowls of the air." There is no injunction of Holy Writ less burdensome in acceptance, or more profitable in obedience, than this easy out-of-doors commandment. For several hours we walked in the way of this precept, through the untangled woods that lie behind the Forest Hills Lodge, where a pair of pigeon-hawks had their nest; and around the brambly shores of the small pond, where Maryland yellow-throats and song-sparrows were settled; and under the lofty hemlocks of the fragment of forest across the road, where rare warblers flitted silently among the tree-tops. The light beneath the evergreens was growing dim as we came out from their shadow into the widespread glow of the sunset, on 201 |